She Reads My Poems

She reads my poems So I thought I'd give her something good to read Dark long haired beauty even though she threatens to cut it real short on me It doesn't really matter she makes me laugh I forget all about it while she's taking off my pants this isn't romance if the circumstances were different than it could be We try so hard not to complicate things but I'm living in the moment so who really cares what it is such intensity in her eyes whenever she stares at me young, free and wild and just a touch of crazy I love the way she kisses my mouth and if my walls could talk they could tell you many things. She says she wears Britney spears curious and it's funny because she smells curious to me soccer playing, guitar stringing, acting and singing kind of girl. One days she's gonna rock the socks off someone's world. When she reads this poem I hope she doesn't get creeped out I bottle up so much of this ***** in order for it not to seep out. No need to worry your pretty little head about this because this is just a poem. Just wanted to let you know that your awesome.